I am having one of those days to such an extent that I am completely bowled over by the suckiness of this day.
First I got up at 5 this morning ignored to walk sweet pea before taking the husband to a doctor appointment. Not thrilled by waking up early, I was a big girl about it. Took sweet pea for a half way decent walk. I ran into a sweet older guy who is suffering with pain and being given so many pain killers that he is sick over it. I want to help the guy. But he has that crazy blind trust of doctors. I was so sad after talking to him. Then I returned to the house to get Josh off to school. I was so tired by 7:30 this morning that I had a cup of coffee before leaving with the husband at 8.
Big mistake. No coffee on an empty stomach said the shooting pains in my stomach the entire ride over to the hospital.
There was traffic, so I tried to blindly (no reading glasses) tap the address of the doctor into my phone GPS to get an alternative route which ended up taking us to the same name street in the town before the hospital town. Not a big deal, we thought we had plenty of time, then I programmed the address into my car GPS. The husband insisted the GPS was taking us to the wrong place even though I said SHE WORKS OUT OF DIFFERENT OFFICES and in the end, both the husband and the GPS were barking different orders at me, the GPS was hollering ROUTE RECALCULATION over and over and over and I was completely frazzled by the time we got to the wrong office, tried to get to the right office, even though the GPS doesn't know the highway exit was moved and some streets are one way streets and we tried to call in saying we were late and kept getting the answering machine and we were half an hour late. When we finally got up there I must have looked as stressed as I was because the wonderful amazing and fantastic receptionist went out of her way to see if the doctor could work us in between other patients who were on time and she did.
Long story short- there might be an answer but more testing is needed and the one thing I so desperately wanted to hear was said. If this one particular rare thing is what is causing everything then it would not be passed on to our kids through the husband. Hallelujah on the one hand, but when I suggested this very same disease to the doctor in the hospital last August who was supposed to be excellent at diagnosis she shot me down. I was annoyed again. Also, not something that is curable to the extent of making him a normal functioning person again.
Drove home, only managing to stay awake through the panic of the voice of a friend who has too much on her plate, walked straight to the couch and just crashed.
Woke up, ate, and went to see a therapist. There was a car in his parking lot which had a nasty bumper sticker on it. It said something like "I'm the kind of conservative liberals fear the most" I so wanted to key in suggestions to his trunk. Hateful? Racist? Mass killer? Low IQ? Ignorant? Indoctrinated by the actual fake news? It made my blood boil. I could have totally pulled a Fried Green Tomatoes on that car. I'm old and I have better insurance! Crash.
Then the idiot realtor, who I just signed a contract with a few weeks ago and who has been dragging her feet about doing anything to sell the property quit on me. She freaking wasted the entire spring season by stalling and canceling appointments. If anger was a rocket ship I'd be half way to mars over that.
Then, the therapist (who I don't talk about because I am not sure I like him) said in response to me mentioning an article on young people suffering high levels of infertility "Unless they smoke crack" and I think... he is not the therapist for me. What the hell? Are you freaking serious dude? Also, I found out his kids are 8 year old twins and I don't care how much schooling he has, you can't relate to someone if you haven't walked in their shoes. The kid thing is totally black and white, my kids were all still dream children at 8. No one was in trouble, I didn't lose a minute of sleep worrying that someone was going to murder my son for wearing dresses, and Josh still thought I was fabulous.
Then I went to the jaw specialist who reworked one of my mouth guards, cutting out the part that went over the braces, and now I should be able to feel as if I am shutting my mouth by biting on the mouth guard when I sleep even though I can not close my mouth because my front teeth are in each other's way. They keep telling me this is part of the process. Hopefully I won't choke to death on not chewed food before I can actually close my mouth again. Braces suck. I can not believe how horrible they are. Then, the jaw specialist, who is the only dude I really truly like that I let poke around my mouth said I should be good to go until I get the braces off. And I was so sad because the jaw guy gives me these great massages and acupuncture to loosen my jaw, neck shoulder face muscles and they are wonderful and in a perfect world, I'd stop by and see him at least 3 times a week (for free). I will miss this guy. He wore red and white thin striped socks today. I am a sucker for hideous socks.
Then I brought Josh to the pediatrician. I need health forms for Josh's summer program, and I am not a fan of this new doctor guy either. Mostly because he keeps saying that Josh not wanting to tell me anything is normal and I just think that if I am responsible for him he has to suck it up and tell me things, like how he feels and what's bothering him. Duh!! Also, fuck that guy, he doesn't even have teenagers yet. I hope his kids take him for a ride to hell and back and he regrets ever telling any mother her kids can shut her out.
Then, I decided to take it easy tonight and get Chinese food for dinner because I really want a break and I drive my tired butt over there to pick it up to use a coupon and so I don't have to tip a delivery guy and I get back to the house and they have forgotten to pack Josh's order so I have to put my shoes back on and drive back for general chow's chicken which I can't even eat. I cried in the garage before getting back into the car over that one.
I'd love to take a nice hot bath except the bathtub here in new town reminds me of a coffin and the last place I need to be is soaking in a coffin.